Rose, Nephil daughter of a Warrior of Heaven, has betrayed her celestial heritage by falling for the guy from the wrong side of the tracks: Skriker, tattooed half-demon hunter, and the most irresistible chunk of hard meat that she has ever taken to her bed.
Rose knows that there is no love in all of Creation more forbidden than that between an angel and a demon, and that knowledge has left her terribly fragmented, despite her passionate love for her Halfling bad boy.
As Skriker's "Dirty 30" approaches, she will offer him the ultimate birthday gift: she will be his devoted sexual slave for three days and three nights, laying aside her angelic pride to fully commit to his pleasure (and hers) with every part of her being...and neither Heaven nor Hell will have any power to stop it.
**Publisher's Warning: This delightfully sordid tale contains graphic BDSM sex, including forceful oral and anal sex, bondage, blindfolding, slapping/spanking, nipple clamps, toe-curling dirty talk, hot wax, and crazy hardcore sex in a church.**
The first time I crossed paths with Demon’s Slave was when it was featured on my Freebie Alert on April 1, and as soon as I read the publisher’s warning, I knew I was clearing out my TBR list and reading it ASAP. LOL
Demon’s Slave is a short read – only 89 pages – and it begins with Rose arguing with her father, who does not agree with Rose having a relationship with Skriker. After all, Rose is an angel and Striker is a demon.
But Rose argues that Skriker is a good man, gives her gifts, and treats her right. Not wanting to hear her father a second longer, she leaves, determined to meet up with the man she loves. We learn it’s Skriker’s birthday and Rose thinks up the perfect gift to give him – her total submission for three days.
Now in meeting Skriker, and seeing all the playful and sexy banter between him and Rose, I was in a tizzy in no time! I was so excited! I kept thinking, “OMG this is going to be epic!” I couldn’t wait for the birthday gift giving to get started!
But I wasn’t the only exited one. Skriker couldn’t believe the woman he practically worships (or so he says) would give him such a gift. He is happy, but apprehensive Rose might not actually mean what she says.
Then out of nowhere, The HUGE smile I had plastered on my face (as I read like the devil was on my heels) completely slid off my face when I read:
[. . .] I might hurt you, make you hate me—”
She shook her head doggedly. “Wouldn’t happen.”
“Can you promise me that, Rose? I’ve done this sort of thing before, with other girls. Lots of times. I have a drawer full of fun shit for this, if you really want to know.”
Rose stared at him, her lip curling. “A drawer?”
He shrugged, a bit bashfully. “Yep. Done this lots of times. A lot more women like this than you’d think. And usually it’s great. But sometimes, a girl can say she wants it, and then when I go to work on her? I mean, it’s not for everyone, Rose. You have to know for sure that this is something you want to experience. It can get…intense.”
What the . . .? Excuse me? “Other girls” and “lots of times”? Oh hell, no! What is wrong with this guy? As soon as he said that, I would have walked out the door, but for some inexplicable reason, Rose says she wants to proceed and decides to stay. *cringes at the thought of used sex toys*
“I want you to take me…ravage me—in a way no demon should. Shame me, and make me beg. Dominate me. Lead me astray, something that would make Heaven rage if they were to watch from Above.”She blushed and smirked coyly. “I want some…real power between my legs.”
Hmm . . . I debated whether to continue. I mean surely Skriker wouldn’t mention any other girls to Rose again, and only brought it up that one time to let Rose know he was experienced, right?
I hesitantly continued, and tried to hold back the bile as I read how Rose puts on a collar and nipple clamps, all the while trying to appease my germaphobic side by telling myself Skriker surely cleaned them before using them on Rose. LOL
“You know, I’ve had tons of pussy in my life. Tons. I mean, I couldn’t count—”
Rose smirked, a little bitterly. “I know, Skrike. You’ve laid more pipe than what’s contained under New York City.”
He laughed softly, a mildly hoarse chuckle that made her body tingle with anticipation—even his laugh was sexy. “Yeah. And a lot of it was really good, especially with two or three girls working me at once. But they say that when you’re in love with your One and Only, it’s a hundred thousand times better than some regular sport fuck. And you know what? They’re right. Fancy that, eh?”
Rose giggled and blushed, her scars standing out against her rosy cheeks. “How sweet of you to say. You’ve never fallen in love before me?” She felt him shrug.
“Yeah. Once.” His tone was matter-of-fact, and her brows furrowed.
“When I walked into a Black Dog den and saw that big dumb beast that lives with me as a pup, yelping in his nest. That was love.”
Rose laughed, and although she had never really been jealous of the idea of his past escapades, she found relief flooding her heart. There had been sex—lots of sex—but never real love.
Rrrrrriiiiigggghttt…okay, so Rose is not the jealous type. I guess that explains it all. *rolls eyes* But when later on in the third day Skriker takes her to an empty club and shows Rose a bar stool he lost his virginity on, and finds no shame in recounting every sordid detail of it (2-3 pages worth), and then tells her:
Skriker looked at Rose closely now as he spoke, “Since then, and before you, I made it my habit to fuck as many girls on this stool as possible. It never goes back to the bar—it’s my stool for obvious reasons, and Harry lets me keep it hidden in that back closet for the very reason I just mentioned.”
I immediately flipped! WTF?? I tried to calm myself thinking, I bet he’s going to burn the bar stool and tell Rose he’s done with all the mistakes in his past and he only wants her, right?
“How many girls, Skrike?” she murmured. “How many girls have you fucked on this stool?”
Skriker’s smirk deepened. “I lost count a long time ago,” he said. “And tonight, you are going to blow them all away.” He struck out at her with the flogger then, the end snapping across the tops of her thighs where they peeked out from between her boot tops and the hem of her skintight skirt.
That was the last straw for me! LOL I’m extremely forgiving in reading Erotica, hell a story doesn’t even need a plot, much less need to have any rhyme or reason to it, and I’m 100% behind it, but I just can’t handle Skriker’s past in this story. And the sole fact Rose never addresses him retelling/reliving his past and just sits there, going along with everything he says, made absolutely no sense to me.
*le sigh* If only Skriker didn’t open his mouth about his past, I would have easily given Demon’s Slave 5 kisses (because the sex is phenomenal), but since he did, my rating is considerably less. My advice, Fellow Readers, is to skim forward every time you see Skriker has more than a sentence to say.* * * * *